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Half an hour.
One hour.
Arrows shot towards the Pavilion Master with extreme speed.
However, they did not cause any harm but only added some difficulty to the escape process.
But as all arrows had been shot, he looked at the enemy still running ahead.
Abandoning the bow in his hand, Liang Hui estimated the remaining distance to leave the forest in his mind.
Seriousness was added to his calm gaze.
His body suddenly accelerated, calling upon skin, flesh, bone, and inner strength altogether.
His fist, like a cannon, emitted a sharp whistling sound as it smashed towards the enemy.
The Pavilion Master watched the scene before him in astonishment, then his face twisted into a ferocious smile.
Through the strength of the arrows shot at him during the pursuit, he had determined that the masked man behind him had definitely not reached the level of muscle refinement.
To engage in close combat with him was to seek death.
With both fists striking from above, they swung down towards Liang Hui's head with the sound of tearing wind.
Meanwhile, Liang Hui calmly perceived the oncoming fists, his speed climbing once more.
In the Pavilion Master's astonished gaze, the heavy punch landed on his chest.
Wow!
Blood spurted from his mouth.
Liang Hui did not pursue his advantage but instead deftly dodged the downward fists and quickly retreated.
His gaze deep, he watched the enemy coughing blood, confirming his speculation.
After muscle refinement, skin defense and strength would rise again, but the defense still couldn't block metal.
Strength, defense, inner strength all far surpassed his own, but the speed was too slow.
Caught in thought, he charged again.
Fists and blood wove together in the air.
Every part of his body became a weapon in the fight.
Ah!
With an unwilling roar, the Pavilion Master staggered and retreated.
The prolonged pursuit had left him utterly exhausted, his spirit and inner strength severely depleted.
But the enemy's punches were too fast and too heavy, each one bringing no small amount of damage like a heavy hammer.
And the experience in combat was too rich while being all too familiar with his punching style.
Yes, all too familiar—how could that be possible?
If he was at his peak, there might be a way to turn the situation around, but now he was powerless.
Bang!
Another heavy punch smashed into his neck.
With no strength to resist, he leaned back against a tree, his face contorted, his bones already broken.
"Who are you, and why do you know the Bear Rock Fist?"
He struggled to open his swollen eyes, seemingly expecting a reply from the newcomer.
Instead, what answered him was the sound of approaching footsteps.
As a blurry figure stopped in front of him, the Bear Peak Pavilion Master's eyes suddenly widened, his remaining inner strength bursting out.
All his strength focused on his arms as he struck towards the masked man.
But Liang Hui had been vigilant from beginning to end—how could he dare relax in a life-and-death struggle?
His figure sprang back and then approached the Pavilion Master even faster.
A punch landed on his neck.
"Ergh... Ergh..."
With a look of defiance, he tried to speak, but could only fall.
Liang Hui, watching the enemy lying breathless on the ground, smashed two more fierce punches onto his head.
Only when there was still no sound from the enemy did his heart finally relax.
No longer suppressing his body's fatigue, he collapsed onto the snowy ground, gasping for breath deeply.
At the same time, he took out some jerky from his pack and began to chew.
The recent long chase and counter-chase had almost exhausted all his strength.
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However, no matter what, the eventual victor was him.
As for why he didn't use the Flowing Light Bell right at the beginning to end the fight, on one hand, he wanted to train his combat abilities, and on the other hand, he was afraid of exposing himself. After all, the Flowing Light Bell had been used for a large-scale massacre in Huaiyuan Town, which was no secret to the strong.
And with the myriad and strange ways of the Tao, he couldn't let the Investigators think in this direction.
After finishing the chunks of meat and catching his breath for a while, he finally stood up and walked towards the figure lying on the ground.
The hand donning the glove reached out toward the collapsed body on the ground.
He quickly found some broken silver and a jade pendant hidden in the inner layer of the clothes.
The jade pendant was entirely made of green jade, and it had the character for "bear" carved on it, likely some sort of token.
Liang Hui did not care what the token represented; what intrigued him was the unique aura on it that could "enter dreams."
"Not a bad haul,"
Liang Hui chuckled softly as he pocketed the broken silver and the jade pendant.
After putting everything into his chest, Liang Hui took a deep look in the direction of Qingji City.
He turned and entered the jungle.
He had no intention whatsoever of clearing the corpse on the ground or the traces of battle.
After all, the Pavilion Master had died under the Bear Rock Fist; all signs would only serve to mislead.
Afterward, Liang Hui returned to the other two corpses to search for valuable items, then followed the planned route.
In the vast expanse of snow, the figure of the youth gradually vanished without a trace.
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Two days later.
Outside the gates of Yuanshui City, amid the crowd entering the city, was a figure clad in a cape with a bag on his back.
Such attire was not uncommon here, nor were there other more bizarre costumes.
To these people, the guards would typically only casually ask for some information before allowing them entry into the city.
As the crowd thinned, it soon came to be Liang Hui's turn.
Upon seeing Liang Hui, the gate soldier immediately showed solemnity, as it was common to treat those in strange attire with respect.
After all, in a world where the superhuman were rampant, no one wanted to lose their head over an attitude problem.
"From where do you hail, sir? And your name?"
"From Yanzhou, Tai Yi!"
Hearing this, the soldier took the registration seriously.
Then he tentatively asked, "Could you lift the cape so I can have a look?
"Inconvenient."
Liang Hui's eyes behind the mask were filled with indifference, while an intense spirit emerged. It was an aura gained from countless "dream" battles.
The soldier's face immediately turned pale, and although his mouth opened, he could not utter a complete sentence.
Seeing this, his comrade quickly stepped forward.
"My apologies, great sir, this lad is new here."
After speaking, he kicked the soldier in the behind and scolded, "Apologize at once."
"My apologies, great sir."
Liang Hui calmly watched the two men's performance and slowly asked, "May I enter the city now?"
"Of course, of course, please do come in, sir."
The youth said no more and strode through the city gate.
As soon as he entered the city, various cries of vendors reached him from up ahead, along with a crowd of people dressed in different styles.
There were swordsmen in tight-fitting clothing carrying longswords, Taoists in Taoist robes cradling horsetail whisks, and noblewomen in red fox furs curiously looking around.
Amidst such worldly bustle, a smile crept involuntarily onto Liang Hui's face beneath the mask.
An extended stint of wilderness training could indeed feel somewhat lonely!
He walked briskly into the street, listening to the cries of the vendors around him, searching for his purpose this trip.
As he delved deeper into the city, he found his target.
Heading towards a nearby shop, he approached the counter and placed the large bag on it before asking in a low voice:
"Shopkeeper, you buy animal pelts here, right?"
The rather plump shopkeeper perked up with enthusiasm when he saw a customer enter the shop.
"Sir, as long as it's animal pelts, we'll buy them here."